The chairman’s report TED PEACHMENT

GREETINGS TO ALL our readers, and welcome to the 51st edition of the Mawkin. We have reached another milestone in the history of this illustrious magazine as, for the very first time, it is presented partially in colour. Thanks are due to our editor, Ashley, and our new printers, Harlequin Digital Print, of Gressenhall, who have successfully produced this new format and we hope that it meets with your approval. Your comments are welcome. The Market Cross, Wymondham, with a seasonal dusting of snow. MERELY A FIGUREHEAD? I am rapidly approaching the end of my first year in office and, although I have enjoyed the experience, it has not been IN THIS ISSUE an easy year, and anyone who thinks that a chairman is merely a figurehead should re-think that opinion, or have a go at 2 The chairman’s report doing it! 4 Time for a change? 5 Conjunctions THANK YOU, VERA 6 The tin man cometh One of our founder members, Mrs Vera Youngman, who has 7 Wordsearch: Heacham served on the FOND committee since its formation, has 8 : a poetic county reluctantly decided to stand down. She has been a wonderful 8 Boy Colin’s Norfolk quiz asset to us over the years and will be sadly missed. 9 Ole duck wot cam ter charch For many years, committee meetings were held in her home in Yaxham, where we enjoyed her hospitality and her 10 Dews 2014 (for your diary) delectable homemade cakes and tea. Regular attendees of our 10 Junior Trosher dews, throughout the county, will have noticed Vera’s constant 11 FOND on air at the Ferry Inn presence in the various kitchens, sometimes alone, making the 12 Talking turkey... refreshments and often providing them out of her own pocket. 13 ...an’ eat yer sprouts up! For her sterling service, we offer Vera our sincere thanks 14 FOND docks at Docking and have made her an Honorary Life Member. 15 Norfolk place-name limericks 16 Our own tongue OUR THOUGHTS ARE WITH YOU 18 As long as Father had string We are presently missing our vice-chair, Tina, and our 18 Wordsearch and quiz answers thoughts and prayers are with her and her husband David. 19 Gorn to the Learkes ‘TONIGHT’ RATHER DISAPPOINTING! 20 Happy Christmas, all on yer In the last edition, I mentioned that some of us had attended a 21 Less be a-hearin frum yer filming and recording session with ITV for a feature on their 22 FOND officers & committee Tonight programme. In spite of spending considerable time at 23 Colourful Norfolk: Ranworth this session, when it was eventually broadcast the 24 Snowy Wymondham transmission of our contribution covered a few seconds and

2 THE MERRY MAWKIN WINTER 2013–2014 Keith Skipper was the only one who was featured, and then THE MERRY only for a very short time. (see pictures on page 11.) MAWKIN A RIPPING GOOD YARN On 22 September, we held a dew in the Ripper Hall in EDITOR/DESIGNER Docking and despite putting on a good programme of home- Ashley Gray grown entertainment – including a remarkable sketch written and narrated by Pam Goldsmith (below, right) – the attendance, EDITORIAL OFFICE on such a beautiful, sunny day, was very disappointing. Ailsha Nevertheless, in that tiny audience, there was a member, 37 Ashleigh Gardens Wymondham Mr Ralph Nickerson, who now lives in, and had travelled Norfolk from, Botswana, putting to shame the locals who were absent, NR18 0EY and giving an international flavour to the event. Tel: 01953 607161 We also have a member, Stanley, originally from Moscow, Email: [email protected] who has lived in Norfolk since he was about 14, and who now speaks with an almost perfect Norfolk accent, including many PLEASE NOTE of the dialect words and expressions. The editor reserves the right to amend or reject any item which has been submitted for publication in AND FINALLY... The Merry Mawkin. The Trosher Short Story competition is now closed and, at the It is the responsibility of all time of writing, we had received 18 entries, which is most contributors to ensure any material gratifying. Now starts the long, but enjoyable, task of judging they submit, written or the entries by our panel of literary experts. photographic, is copyright-free. Our next important event, advertised in the last edition, is The opinions expressed by the AGM, held in Yaxham Village Hall, on Sunday, contributors in The Merry Mawkin 24 November, and I hope by the time you read this it will have may not necessarily be held by the Friends of Norfolk Dialect been successful and well attended! (FOND), its officers or its Please don’t forget our requirements for new committee committee members. members, and for all members to consider taking a more No part of this publication may be active part in the running of this organisation, to ensure that it reproduced, in any form, without continues to flourish, grow, and promote our beloved dialect the prior permission of the Friends in our own county and throughout the world. of Norfolk Dialect (FOND). I look forward to seeing you soon and offer you all my early © 2013/14 FOND best wishes for Christmas and the New Year. PHOTO CONTRIBUTORS FOND docks at Docking – more pictures on page 14. Malcolm Anderson: page 21 Colin Burleigh: page 6 Alan Cooper: pages 2, 3, 11, 14 Ashley Gray: pages 1, 4, 7, 8, 23, 24 Sharon Ingle: pages 12, 13 Canon Peter Nicholson: page 20 Maggie Risby: page 16

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WINTER 2013–2014 THE MERRY MAWKIN 3 Time for a change? ASHLEY GRAY

IN THE PREVIOUS Merry There, on a corner, stood ‘The Maltsters’, Mawkin I asked if it featured on my vintage postcard, with the was ‘time for a change’ grassy-fronted staithe of Malthouse Broad with a possible revamp close by, even in autumn still bubbling and of our magazine in bobbing with waterborne activity. One of mind. Following a Broadland’s prettiest little villages in my book. lengthy discussion with After taking several photos of the public the FOND committee it house, I stood back to gaze over the waters. was agreed to go ahead “Hev yew sin him, yit?” I heard someone and even include some say, and turned round to the old villager sitting pages in colour! I do on the bench by the green. hope you will be pleased with our ‘new’ look. “Who’s that?” I replied. This has meant a change of printer of course “Wuh! Th’ow munk what hornt this hare so, at this point, I must say a big ‘thank you’ to plearce!” he replied, pausing to cast a hand out John Seager, at Swallowtail Print Ltd, for all over the broad. “Yew’d a sinnim if yew’d bin his help over the years and, at the same time, arlier – but yar too learte terday, yew are.” look forward to working with Ian and Mick, of So intrigued was I – by his tale – I begged Harlequin Colour Print, Gressenhall from this him to go on. issue onwards. “Puhsifficuss wuz his nearme,” the old man With this being our very first issue in colour continued, “an’ he useter row crorse the broad, I decided to resurrect an earlier idea of mine frum th’ow abbey ware he lived, t’wark on our and re-introduce a series of ‘then’ and ‘now’ charch, Sunt Helens. pictures, complementing postcards from my “But, one dear, when he retarned hoome, he collection with modern-day views of the same found orl his brother munks wuz mardered – scene, starting with Ranworth, in Broadland. dead, they wuz, stun dead, orl onnem.” My journey to Ranworth took a bit longer “But – who could have done such a thing?” than I had expected as not having a ‘navigator’ I asked. “Thass unthinkable, ent it?” – or the dubious ‘benefits’ of a SatNav – I “Suffun ter do wi the Dissulooshun, that managed to get lost! And, before you ask, wuz,” he went on, “but, dew ter orl his fella there was no one standing by their garden gate munks bein gorn, Brother Puhsifficuss to advise me: “Yew’d a bin betta orf a-cummin remearned in his rooned abbey fur the rest a his frum someware else...!” natrul dears. When he died, our willagers Driving east along a very busy A47, I turned buried him in the charchyard, where he still off at Blofield and headed towards retarn – ivvery mornin – ter carry on his wark. Hemblington, following a sign that informed “Dew yew git hare round dearbrearke, me ‘Ranworth: 4 miles’. So I just kept a-gorn. yew’ll see him cummin through the mist crorse I’ve never known such a long four miles as, ten the broad in his boat, wi his dorg in the bows!” miles later it seemed, I was still a-gorn! I thought that was such a lovely tale I just At South Walsham I noticed a sign directing had to share it with you, as well as my postcard me towards Ranworth, just a mile away, but, of course! Hopefully, there’ll be plenty more what a delight that last mile was – along leafy in future issues of The Merry Mawkin – and lanes, around twisting bends, dipping down anecdotes too! dales and climbing up hills, until I motored “Dew yew hev a hully Happy Christmas an’ along an avenue lined with thatched cottages. a prospruss New Yare anorl, tergether!”

4 THE MERRY MAWKIN WINTER 2013–2014 Conjunctions PETER TRUDGILL, PRESIDENT OF FOND

WE WERE TAUGHT when more grammatical role than it originally had – we went to school that the role of conjoining. conjunctions are words The same, we can suppose, has happened like and and but which with time. In I’ve been waiting for a long time, are used to join words time is still a noun. But in the Norfolk sentence or phrases or sentences I’ll wait here time you’re away, time has together – to conjoin become a conjunction. We can suppose it them, that is. Other gradually acquired this function from English conjunctions sentences like I’ll wait here [for the] time [that] are or, so, while, you are away, where the words in brackets because – and there are were slowly reduced and then disappeared. very many more. I shall be using plenty of Another new conjunction which we have them in this article, and I have already used developed in Norfolk also involves the process two: when in my first sentence, and and. of reduction and loss. This is the word more, as In our own Norfolk dialect we have over the in The fruit and vegetables weren’t as big as centuries developed new conjunctions of our last year, more weren’t the taters and onions. own which have not arisen in Standard English Translated into Standard English, this would be or in other dialects. For example, consider the The fruit and vegetables weren’t as big as last word time in a sentence like Go you and have year, nor were the potatoes and onions. The a good wash time I git tea ready. It is clearly a Norfolk conjunction more is equivalent to nor conjunction here, joining together the two or neither in other dialects of English. We can sentences Go you and have a good wash and I see this very clearly in the Boy John Letters. git tea ready. If we translate the sentence into The Boy John writes: Aunt Agatha she say ‘You Standard English, we get Go and have a good don’t know the difference’. Granfar say ‘More wash while I get tea ready. Time is obviously don’t you’. working as a conjunction in this sentence The origin of this must lie in longer exactly as while does in Standard English. grammatical constructions like The fruit and This usage of time as a conjunction is a vegetables weren’t as big as last year, and no Norfolk innovation. It is a relatively new more were[n’t] the taters and onions, where development which is peculiar to us. Why did ‘and no more’ has the same meaning as ‘and it happen? How did it come about? Clearly the nor’ or ‘and neither’. Gradually, over time, the conjunction time developed historically out of ‘and no’ part has been reduced and omitted, the noun time. and the word ‘more’ has been reinterpreted as a This is exactly what also happened with the conjunction, just we have seen was the case Standard English conjunction while. In the with while and time. sentence I’ve been waiting for a long while, while is a noun, referring to a period of time. (It can also be a verb as in to while away the hours.) In the sentence I’ll wait here while you’re away, while has become a conjunction. The type of change by means of which while became a conjunction as well as a noun is referred to in linguistics as ‘grammaticalisation’. The word has taken on a

WINTER 2013–2014 THE MERRY MAWKIN 5 The tin man cometh THE BOY COLIN

OI BETTER GIT this in jist about onnus, dark noights here and wind roight quick dew the and rearn. Still, that hen’t bin tew badda Boy Ashley will be on summer hev it? moi barrer. Them boys down at Carrer Rud hen’t got orf He’re alreddy bin tew a werry good start – at least not at the arter me twice fer my toime of writin’. Less hope by the toime yew usual bit o’ squit but read this things are a bit betta. Somebody try thass bin orl go leartly. ter tell me the manager hev lorst the dressin’ I’re bin a’readin’ the room. Oi reckon thass being ruddy (no pun Trosher stories agin so intended!) careless. Thass big enow – how the thass took up a bitta hell kin anyone lose a thing like that? toime, and Rosemary and Ted cum on ter me Hen’t got no more for yew this toime so about doin’ anuther panto for yer. Oi’ll git the table set fer tea. Think we’re Oi wuz hopin’ things were gorn ter slow hevvin’ chilli ternight. That’ll dew me corse down for me but Oi seem jist as busy as ever. thass an excuse ter hev a bottle o’ bare wi’ it. Larst toime Oi see a lot onya Oi was hoppin’ Thass ter kule me down Oi tell Gal June and Oi about on a stick. Well, I’re gotta say things think, so far, she believe it! hen’t got a lot betta. When Oi went ter see moi Happy Christmas tergether and less hope Knee Man in August he hed a scout round and 2014 is good fer orl onnus. found an old x-ray wot they took and fergot Cheeeeeerio about and discovered th’ow hip had gone fer a burton. They got thare skeartes on this toime and in three weeks and a day they had me in the Spire Horspital and put me another joint in. Blarst, Oi’ll sune be like a ruddy robot. That wuz noice in the Spire and Oi cooda dun with a bit longer in thare corse the grub wuz really good, but arter they’d sin me PS: Fer the second yare runnin’ Oi writ yar troshin’ about on my crutches they sune shot panto in horspital. Oi’m not gorn ter mearke a me outta thare. habit onnit! I’re still bin gorn out tryin’ ter get a few larfs and hev had one or tew good dews. In October, Oi wuz longa the Bevin Boys at the Maid’s Head in and that wuz a rare good dew. ALADDIN You hatta admire them – Oi’ll tell you suffin’ by The Boy Colin Oi wun’t go down them holes in the ground Curtain up 2pm, diggin’ up coal. Yit would Oi watta be in a Sunday, 12 January, 2014, submarine. Oi once went in one on dry land Lincoln Hall, Hingham and even then Oi felt roight klorstrafobick. Tickets will be on sale in advance – book Oi’d tearke moi hat orf tew ’em ony Oi hen’t early to make sure of a seat gotta hat. £3 members; £4 non members Soop toime agin an’ Oi hed a luvvly droppa Gal June’s salary soop t’day and that wuz Booking details on page 10 whooly good. Oi hearte ter say it but winter is

6 THE MERRY MAWKIN WINTER 2013–2014 Wordsearch: Heacham BRENDA BIZZELL

ANOTHER TESTING wordsearch puzzle from Brenda again – this time Heacham – but can you locate all the streets and regions listed below? You’ll find the solution on page 18. Caius Caley Cedar Collins Cross Davy Dix Fenside Fenway Fir Forest Gidney High Jennings Lavender Leaside Lords Lynn New Norway

Nourse An early postcard of the Marea Old Bridge at Pine Heacham. Pocahontas (Checking on Google street Rolfe view, the old bridge is still School there, although half-hidden Seabank x2 under trees on Sitka a minor road adjacent to the Torrey A149 – Ed) Wilton

WINTER 2013–2014 THE MERRY MAWKIN 7 Norfolk, a poetic county MORE FROM OUR BUDDING POETS

HANGIN’ OWT THE WASHIN’ THE FARMER By Lil Landimore By Jean Eaglen Cor, there ent half a good droi out yer know, There is no time to sit and rest Oi’ll git them linen pegged out an’ give ’em a The farmer has to feed and test blow, For all the bugs there are around There’s Grandad’s long johns an’ Gran’s Both in the air and on the ground. pashin’ killers, To milk the cows at early morn There’s slips anorl that Oi took orf them Again at dusk, and reap the corn. pillers, And so the year goes on and on Socks and shatts and sheets as well – No time to sit and be forlorn. See how the wind mearke ’em biller an’ swell. To feed the pigs and chickens too Seven days a week and all year through. There’s his owd Jamas and har see thru – Jeans an’ trowsers an’ owd sweaters too. Whoites an’ pastils and cullers so broite, All danglin’ an’ tuggin’ in the strong sunloight. They should all git droiy afore too long, If that bloomin’ loine do hold up strong.

Boy Colin’s Norfolk quiz TEST YOUR LOCAL KNOWLEDGE

1 On which river does the Surlingham Ferry 4 Jane Austen wrote in Emma of ‘the best House pub stand? of all seabathing places’. Which resort was she referring to? 2 Who did fight in the Naval Battle of in 1665? 5 Who was Norwich City’s captain when they won the 1985 Milk Cup? 3 Which Daily Express sports reporter once worked for the EDP? 6 Where were many of ITV’s Weavers Green programmes filmed? (This place seems quite popular – but would Jane have liked it? – Ed) 7 Where was architect George Skipper born? 8 What would you be doing if you were using a ‘didle’? 9 Which Norfolk Hall has a 16th century priest hole? 10 What is an ‘erriwiggle’?

Answers on page 18.

8 THE MERRY MAWKIN WINTER 2013–2014 Th’ole duck wot cam ter charch CANON PETER NICHOLSON

TH’OLE PARSON he stood in the pulpit Th’ole parson, he finished his sarmon, One Sunday mornin’ in May, It wuz only a quarter past ten. When a fat ole duck waddled right up the aisle Th’ole duck, that little ole waarmin he wuz Dew yew know what he hatter say? He quacked out a hearty “Amen.” “Thass a rummun, bor; thass a rummun.” Thass a rummun, bor; thass a rummun.

The varger he went ter the cupboard, Th’ole mallard he coon’t see ner future And pulled out a darty greart broom. In staying in charch fer an hour, He flew up the aisle, a wearving his dwile So he took ter the air in the charchyard ter fare He say: “Oi’ll soon send you hoom.” And stayed there till half arter four. Thass a rummun, bor; thass a rummun. Thass a rummun, bor; thass a rummun.

Th’ole duck he flew up ter the lectern. So now they doan’t leave the door open, (They’re shearped loike an eagle, they are) So ducks can git inter the charch. He just took one look and soon slung his hook, The parson doan’t want interruptions, he say: He wished he hen’t travelled that far! “The varger oan’t clean up the perch.” Thass a rummun, bor; thass a rummun. Thass a rummun, bor; thass a rummun.

He flew through the screen ter the organ Th’ole duck, he flew orf in the evening; And set there a minute or two. He naver cam back ner more. When the man played the psalm he cam ter no The next time they see him a waddling about harm, Wuz outside the Bishop’s front door. He thought Oi might play that thing too. Thass a rummun, bor, thass a rummun. Thass a rummun, bor; thass a rummun. That that is an all. Batter keep rabbits cos they He flew down the charch with a flutter can’t fly! And set on an ole woman’s hat. One a you claver people might set this ter She say: “I do beg, come and lay you yer egg music like the Singing Postman. Oi went ter And set down and we’ll hev a chat.” skule alonga him, yer know! Bloind as a bat, Thass a rummun, bor; thass a rummun. he wuz without his glasses. Nice chap, though!

Just a reminder, tergether SEND your letters, anecdotes or poems (preferably including some Norfolk dialect) – pictures too if you have them – to the editor: Ashley Gray, The Merry Mawkin 37 Ashleigh Gardens, Wymondham, Norfolk NR18 0EY Or email your material to: [email protected] Please submit material for the spring issue of The Merry Mawkin no later than Monday 10 February 2014.

WINTER 2013–2014 THE MERRY MAWKIN 9 DEWS 2014 Junior Trosher FOR YOUR DIARY NORMAN HART

FOND IS INVITING young people, still at school, to enter the ALADDIN exciting Junior Trosher Competition 2014 to join us in DON’T MISS THE celebrating our local dialect. FOND PANTO! Their entries may be written work, ie. a story, a poem, or a At 2pm, on Sunday, 12 January, dictionary etc – or maybe an oral recording – but, whichever 2014, in the Lincoln Hall, Hingham. is chosen it must be based on a local topic and contain some use of Norfolk dialect. This year, tickets will be on sale in advance so that you can make sure GENERAL RULES AND PRIZES of getting a seat. There are two sections: a) Year 6 and below, and b) Year 7 to Admission: £3 members; £4 non- members. 11. (Sixth formers may enter the adult ‘Trosher Competition’ which runs over the summer months, ending in mid-October Please send a cheque made out to 2014.) ‘FOND’ to: Book token prizes will be awarded to the winners and these Rosemary Cooper, FOND will be: 1st, £25; 2nd, £15; 3rd, £10. secretary,Tyddyn, Swanton Avenue, Each school should submit the best 10% of their entries to Dereham NR19 2HJ. FOND for judging, with support available from FOND members at each stage if a school wishes. Certificates will also be awarded to all entries submitted to FOND. NORFOLK The winners will be invited to our Festival of Dialect in IN WW1 Spring 2015, to receive their prizes and, if ‘brave’ enough, will be invited to read their work. AN ILLUSTRATED TALK An entry requirement is that we may publish any work that BY LOCAL HISTORIAN, has been submitted. NEIL STOREY Indications of interest to enter may be made up to the end At 2pm on Sunday, 23 March, of the Autumn term (i.e. Christmas). 2014, in the Lincoln Hall, Hingham. Actual entries must be submitted to FOND by February Admission: £3 members; £4 non- half-term. members. CONTACT EITHER: Norman Hart, Education Officer, CELEBRATION 42, Road, Harleston IP20 9BW Tel: 01379 852667. OF NORFOLK Or: DIALECT Rosemary Cooper, FOND Secretary, Tyddyn, Swanton Avenue, Dereham NR19 2HJ THE ‘NEW’ ANNUAL Tel: 01362 697628. Email: [email protected] COMPETITION FOR PEOPLE TO READ NORFOLK DIALECT FOLLOW US ONLINE At 2pm on Sunday, 27 April, 2014, @ https://twitter.com/fondnorfolk at East Tuddenham Jubilee Hall. Admission: £3 members; £4 non- @ https://www.facebook.com.pages/FOND-Friends- members. of-Norfolk-Dialect/301910709899035

10 THE MERRY MAWKIN WINTER 2013–2014 FOND on air at the Ferry Inn, Horning ABOVE: Keith Skipper being interviewed by ITV, for the ‘Tonight’ programme, beside the River Bure at the Ferry Inn, Horning. BELOW: (clockwise, from left) Rosemary Cooper, Diana Rackham, Ted Peachment and Keith Skipper enjoy a break by the river, during filming at Horning. After spending some considerable time filming for the programme, the FOND contribution was only on-screen for a minute or so! Talking turkey... SHARON INGLE

“I AUNT LOOKIN FORWARD ter Christmas” said the next day when orl the people were tucking Alfred. in. A whiff of sage and onion, they’d eat us up, “Sorry to hear that Alfred,” said Jack, “is it giblets an’orl.” because you’re a turkey?” “Giblets?” said Jack, “I haven’t had those. “Yis, thass right, yew rub it in. Um a tuckey, Are they like Twiglets?” a fine ow Norfolk Black tuckey livin wi’ yew “Not eggzackly, Jack. Anyway, yew’ll be orl poshuns wi’ your bitta land. I keep yew right, your hoomun. Yew ken look forward ter company and tidy your garden and how are Christmas, yew git an Advent calendar wi’ you gornter repay me? Your gornter eat me. charclits ter eat. My days are numbered, I’ll be Thanks a bundle!” plucked and stuffed and eaten. And thass arter “I don’t want to eat you and I’m pretty sure I’re bin murdered. Mummy doesn’t want to eat you, but Daddy’s “I won’t let it happen, Alfred,” said Jack. an accountant and he says we’ve paid to fatten “I can’t eat you. You’re my friend. I’ll tell Dad, you up and we should enjoy our home-reared it’s not right, we’re not cannonballs.” produce. I know you’re special Alfred, not “Cannibals, I think yew mean,” said Alfred, many turkeys can talk.” “you’re not cannibals. Or cannon balls.” “Thass my only charnce. My ancestors never “Dad...” said Jack later, “I’m a vegetarian. said a wud; come Christmas Eve that wooz And Mum is a vegetarian. And I want Alfred Silent Night orl right. The only gobbling wooz for Christmas as my present. I don’t want expensive toys or games or gadgets. I just want to keep Alfred.” “Who’s Alfred?” asked his dad, Derek. “Our turkey,” said Jack. Derek shot an arrow-sharp look of accusation towards Norma, Jack’s mother. “I told you not to let him get attached. As soon as you give them a name it makes it personal. Look, Jack, I bought a turkey so that we could rear our own Christmas lunch. I’m growing potatoes, parsnips and sprouts on the allotment. It’s about working towards self- sufficiency.” “I’m not eating Alfred,” said Jack, “and Alfred told me to tell you he’ll be gristly and dry and flavourless. I’ll eat your vegetables but I’m not eating turkey.” “Norma? Tell me that you don’t agree with this vegetarian business?” “Sorry, Derek, I can’t face eating our turkey. I’ve been feeding him for months, since he was small. He follows me around the garden, I would really miss him.” “I’m outnumbered as usual,” said Derek, “you two always gang up on me. Hey, what do

12 THE MERRY MAWKIN WINTER 2013–2014 you mean, Jack? You said Alfred TOLD you he’d be gristly and dry.” Jack shuffled awkwardly. “I’m a kid, Alfred trusts me. We share our problems. It’s better than having an imaginary friend isn’t it Dad? You taught me to care for others.” Derek couldn’t argue with that. “Okay, but you have to remember that a turkey is not a domestic pet. You can’t let him in the house.” Four of them sat at the table for Christmas lunch. Alfred couldn’t believe his luck; he’d expected to be ON the table. They’d let him sleep in the kitchen and Norma was wearing a feather boa to make him feel at home. “Have another sweet, Alfred,” offered Jack. “I will,” said Alfred, “thass nice. What is it?” “It’s called Turkish Delight,” said Jack. “Well, this tuckey is delighted. Thank yew fer lettin me join your family festivities.” “You ARE family,” said Jack, “I’re allus whatered a brother” Alfred laughed. “Yew be careful, yew dornt whater tork like me, yewd qualify as a rare empty stalks outside. The men oud sort the breed then and they’re endangered”. sprouts inter diffrunt sizes (riddle them) and “And very special,” said Derek. “Cheers the sprouts oud go orf either fer freezing or ter Alfred!” Marks and Sparks ter sell as 1lb pre-packs. Orl tha’ fer suffin moust people dornt like. ... AN’ EAT YER SPROUTS UP! Acors, learter arn, a lotter workers got ARE THEE POPLAR in your house? Brussels git a replearced by machines, conveyor belts bad press, but in Norfolk we like ’em cors wear an’ tha’. Everyone buy ’em cors tha’ wornt allus grown ’em. Thutty year ago, wunna my be Christmas wi’out sprouts but I dornt know arnees uster go sprouting. Tha’ wooz a good how many git et an’ how many git hid in way ter earn sum money fer Christmas an’ plant pots. there wooz about ninety wimmin working as Sprouts are wunna my fearvrits: bright packhouse trimmers at a firm in Stalham. green, shiny round and fragranced. Spooz the A lotter the work wooz hard on the hands; cold, fragrance is a problem but thass cors they git muddy and wet. The seed wooz set, when the boiled up fer hours and they onlee teark eight plants got ter about six inches tall they wooz minutes ter cook. Um sure sum people git their pulled up and bundled into fifties to be set in sprouts on jist arter Bonfire Night. rows in the field. I read about someone who went dressed as a When the stalks had sprouts arn, thee wooz sprout for a play at school. The teacher asked topped ter meark the sprouts cum at the searm what he’d come as. “A Sprout,” he sez. Orl the time orl the way up the stalk. Tha’ wooz hard other kids were dressed as fairies and elves. cors the stalks were then knee high and “A Sprite,” yelled the teacher. “You’re growing close together. A month afore they meant to be a Sprite!” wooz ready fer cutting thee hatta be deleafed. I’re sin door wreaths mearda sprouts and When the stalks wooz cut, the wimmin uster Christmas cards wi’ ’em arn. Yew ken meark trim the sprouts orf inter baskets and teark the sprout soop anorl. (Recipe on page 17.)

WINTER 2013–2014 THE MERRY MAWKIN 13 FOND docks at Docking ABOVE: Alan Smith, Pam Goldsmith, Janet Spauls and Rosemary Cooper take a bow after their performance in the Ripper Hall, at Docking, where FOND put on an excellent programme of home-grown entertainment. BELOW: (left) Janet Spauls relaxing with David Mason, the Singing Shepherd, at Docking; (right) Chairman Ted Peachment, sporting a fine weskit (obviously a ‘chicken fancier’), entertains at Docking. Norfolk place-name limericks MORE STANZA SQUIT

CANON PETER NICHOLSON LIL LANDIMORE A sartin’ ole mawther frum Skeyton There wuz a young lad cum from Fring, Navver hed narthin’ ter bite on. For years to his gal Rose he’d bring Th’ole dentist he say: Flowers so sweet, “There’s narthin’ ter pay, Chocleartes to eat, Corse Oi hen’t got ner pearper ter wroite on.” But wun’t never no sign of a ring. What th’ole dentist meant wuz he hen’t done His mother consarned ’bowt him an’ Rose, narthin’ ter har, so her din’t hatter wroite Said: “Oi dun’t wanner poke in moi nose, narthin’ down – but that dun’t rime, dew it? But, for goodness searke How long do that tearke A careless ole cowman near Trunch To git down on yer knee an’ propose?” Dropped his false teeth in his lunch. “But, Mum,” the young man criod, The egg said “Helloo” “Oi assure yer Oi hev hully triod, The sossidge said “Noo” The truth is, yer see, And the bearcon went down with a crunch. She can’t cook loike thee, And Oi dun’t loike everything froid!” The miller’s good leardy frum Sutton She hen’t got no teeth – she’s a glutton. “Now, dun’t tork so darft,” say she, When they didn’t come through “An easy arnser to this there be, She wun’t harf in a stew, Just watch and look, So she swallered a hull leg a mutton. And larn how Oi cook, Corse yer know yew on’t allust hev me.” A rummun ole leardy frum Reedham So his mum’s advoice he soon took, Hen’t got no false teeth an’ din’t need ’em. With har help an’ a good cook’ry book. She ony ett slops He soon larnt the way, Snaps, crackles an’ pops, T’hev a good meal evraday, Till they blew orf har hid inta *freedom. An’ wuz glad that he’d larnt how to cook. * That mean ‘kingdom come’ but Oi dussent So orf he went with a ring to see Rose, wroite that ’corse thass rude, en’t ut? An’ got down on one knee to propose, Moi mother she say “Navver tempt “Now,” said he, Providence.” “Will yer marry me?” Moi grandmother’s nearme wuz Providence. She reploid, “If yew do the cookin’ I s’pose.” We called har ‘Prowy’ but not ter har fearce dew we would a got a clip a the lug. So now they were ready to get wed, Whe she barnt the shortcearkes moi “Yer know Oi’ll do the cookin’,” he said, grandfather called har suffin’ else! But Rose wun’t so sure, For she’d orfen prefer, To hev a good ole froi-up instead! There wuz a young man frum West Barsham Who took out his dentures ter wash ’em. His mother say: “Jack! If yew doan’t put ’em back, I’ll jam on them gnashers an’ squash ’em.”

WINTER 2013–2014 THE MERRY MAWKIN 15 Our own tongue IDA FENN

WE ALL used t’be out teerbles there wooz ivvery kind o’ little iced agin the geert, t’watch keerk you c’d ’magine. But best of all wooz the the greert owld tree go tree. Nobrer knew what they ett, ’cause all hids past. Thart hatter be wore tarned t’ the tree. woon o’ the best in the “Wonder what I’ll git ter year,” an’ “I hope I planten, an the wood git thart greert owld top up there, ’cause I’re men cut ut down. They still got my carpenter set what I got last year, so loaded ut up on the I dornt want anourther,” thart wooz what ye long drug, a thing what heered a’twin munches. wooz mostler wheels Tea wooz browt round in big cans, an we all an axles, an then, wuth hilld up our cups what we’d browt along with tew hosses t’pull, away thart go t’the Willage us. Hall. Thart looked a’must like a corpse in a The Squire, he paid his visit jest afore the tea corfen. Not a branch must be bruck a gitten on wooz done, so he c’d walk round an hev a ut in at the door, dew the Squire, he’d mobb. waad here an there wuth the grown ups, an pat Thart looked a treert, stuck up there at the the hidds o’ the little ’uns. Than he said “Good ind o’ the rume, w’the top braanches touching Night, all,” an off he go. the copwebs up above, an than the barrow ’Course, all the time he wooz there, yow loads o’ toys wore wheeled in. Load arter load might ha heerd a pin drop, an we all laid down cam lumberin’ in. The Squire, and the leerder our keerks an set still as mice, but the moment o’ the parish, they bought an begged from all he wooz out o’ the door, there let out sitch a over the pleerce, so’s the little uns should hev a hulla-bulloo of relief; ’cause we wore all afraid good time o’ Christmas. Thart took the best o’ Squire. part o’ a week o’ nights ter dress up thart there Arter the teerbles wore putt away, there cam tree, but when thart wooz done – well, bor! a knock at the door, an we all waant quiet agin. Yow narver see sitch a sight. There wooz a hust ’Haps thart wooz the Squire back agin, but no. o’ candles, all ridder t’be lit when the greert time cam. Than at last the door wooz shet an The Norfolk locked, arter the hangin ile lamps’d bin blowed Magazine out, an thart wunnerful, burtiful tree wooz left Nov/Dec ’53 all alone. Published by Than cam the greert night f’the parter. Some the Norfolk onnum wore there an hour afore time, Magazine, a shivverin in the snow. They stood up o’ the Queen Street, Norwich, and corner agin the big doors onder the wind, an West Norfolk some onnum tried t’peerk trow the cracks in Newspapers, the door, seein if they c’d catch a glimpse of all King’s Lynn. what wooz shet up there. COVER: Not a minnut afore time wooz the door A snowy onlocked, an than yow sh’d hear the “Oh’s!” an Beehive Lodge, the “Ah’s” when at laast they crammed trow. Costessey – Thowld tortoise stove wooz red hot, an the by Neals. big rume warm as tust. Greert teerbles wore set the langth o’ the floor, an on tham trestle

16 THE MERRY MAWKIN WINTER 2013–2014 Thart wooz a big owld man in a red coat an big butes. His hidd wooz a’must hid up wer a SHARON’S greert owld hood. He said “Good evening” to us, an waant RECIPE marchin up t’our tree. We knew than hew he SPROUT SOOP – wooz. He wooz Father Christmas. TER SERVE 4 Somebrer started up – “For he’s a jolly good Half ounce bu’er farler,” an we all jined in, an all the time thart Small unyun, peeled an’charp owld man stood there a’smilin’ out o’ his red Large tater, peeled an’sliced owld feerce. 2pts stark (veg or chickin) Than he tarned round, an one o’ the halpers Bay leaf got a pair o’ steps, an begun t’cut the strings o’ Pound a trimmed sprouts the wunnerful things what hung there. Each time a string wooz cut, a child’s neerme wooz Taduit: sorfen unyun in bu’er wi’out called out, an thart woon walked up an took the discolouring, add tater, stock, bay praasant from Father Christmas. Thart took a leaf. Bring ter boil. Stir in sprouts, long time t’ondress thart tree, an the rume got cover pan. Simmer till veg are tender. nizier an nizier – like a hive o’ bees, thart Remove bay leaf. Sieve or liquidise wooz. Ivverbodder had t’ look at ivverybodder soop. Reheat gently, season ter tearst. else’s present, an than, when thart wooz all Happy Christmas ter yer orl an’ do done, the candles wore all blew out, keerse o’ yer eat yer sprouts up! fire, an we all hallert “Hew-ray!” f’the Squire, an than agin fer all the folks what’d had a hand in this grand dew. Arter thart, the fiddle an the concertina, they struck up, an the young gals an booys an thar NORFOLK parents, they all took t’the floor an done O’ER NORFOLK PLAINS the plovers cry shot-teeshes an polkas, whilst the mothers From Broad to Broad the mallards fly tucked the beerbers inta thar shawls an meered Their placid surface rumpling f’humm. And both the peasant and the lord Music waant on till a’must midnight, than at Sit constantly before a board last the lights wore blew out, woon ber one, an Heaped with the local dumpling. ivverybodder said “Good-night!” an waant singin’ away in the cold, frorster night. Although ’tis not the only food Behind, shet up in thart littered rume, stood For which, for man’s beatitude, the greert tree, all alone. I reckon he stood there The county’s more than noted an thowt about where he should ha’ bin – out (The herring in his millions strong, there, in the Big Wood, a’holding the little Arrives at Yarmouth all day long, baads in his branches, an a’rockin tham off Imploring to be bloated). t’sleep t’the song o’ the owls, what allust called To dumplings Norfolk men are true, up in the Big Wood all night long. As Irishmen to Irish stew, I allust lay an thowt about thart poor tree, As Highlanders to porridge. arter I’d gone up t’bed. Though I took They eat them ever, far and near, my praasent up t’bed wuth me, thart than From Sandringham to Horsey Mere, co’n’t meerke up fer what I thowt about thart From Narborough to Norwich. poor tree. I wished he’d narver bin cut ANON down – ’cause ye see, I knew exactler where he’d grew.

WINTER 2013–2014 THE MERRY MAWKIN 17 As long as Father had some string WENDY MONTGOMERY

FATHER HE HAD a bit of string for every Harvest got easier with a Massey Ferguson awkward thing that government, weather or combine and a straw-baler. We got thick old just bad luck hulled at us. baler string – nylon stuff, hully tough – that Wartime, yew just coont get spare parts for come in though. nuffin’ and he had to dew most of the farm We kep luvly Friesian cattle but there wuz hisself. allus one that would try an’ get out through any “Go yew and get me a bitta binder twine,” he gap in the hedge. Father, he would bung them would say. holes up with a couple of old huddles. He used There he would be, underneath the binder, the baler twine, bright orange as I ’member, tying suffin’ up – just the ends of his ole to tie ’em together. dungarees and his rubber boots stickin’ out. Times got better alonga subsidies an’ he “Turn yew that red handle for me – OK – started to go on holiday. One time he was now backards. Thass orlright now,” he’d say. tourin’ in the Highlands in his big ole Rover. So, a young farmer and his daughter sorted He had a luvly time lookin’ over the fields at the canvas rollers and got back to cuttin’ the the cattle seein’ what sort of beef the Scotsmen corn afore it clouded over and got tew damp. were rearin’. Cuh, those barley harms didn’t half irritate. Blast, best of all was seein’ how Norfolk That was my job to sit on the binder and pull maltin’ barley went into whisky. the levers when he said so. On the way humm, the car exhaust it come Post-war times were still hard: pail handles, down. He had a good ole length o’ baler twine gearte fastenings, ventulators in the deep litter in the boot – blue it wuz – so he got underneath hin-house, holes in wire-nettin’ and the tail- the car and tied the pipe back up and on we gate of the morfrey, they all got baler-twined. went. I weren’t no girl guide but I do a good reef Like all the gritty farmers of his time he knot and a sheep shank for shortnin’. Funny could allus make dew and mend. Thass as long what yew remember even arter all this time. as he had some string!

Wordsearch solution and Boy Colin’s Norfolk quiz answers 1 River Yare; 2 The Netherlands; 3 Mick Dennis; 4 ; 5 Dave Watson 6 Heydon; 7 Dereham; 8 Digging or clearing a ditch; 9 Oxburgh Hall; 10 An earwig.

18 THE MERRY MAWKIN WINTER 2013–2014 Gorn to the Learkes ALAN SMITH

THASS A DAY a two ago now when I sa t’Colin driv it – but, wot about the traffic, there wus that I hearn’t navva bin in a proppa airaplearne. mile arter mile on it. I’re bin in a littl’un wunce affor, but navva a All on us wa hully glad t’git t’where we wus big’un. I sa t’him I sa, I’ll go to Scotland, gorn, all searfe an sound – thank yew, Colin. retarn, jus fa a roid. The Learkes wus luvly, so wus the folks wot He sa t’me: “Why d’ya wanta go t’Scotland? we met there; they gearve us good pleartes Thass noice at the Learkes, an thass nigher.” fulla grub avvery mornun: sossidge, bearcun, Well, I navva knew ware them plearnes tust, an pletty onnit, an corfee. Arter brackfust, went, but I wanted to hev a roide on a big’un. we useter go orf out. So we settled fa the Learkes. A corse, Colin Where avva Colin got that car frum, they sa hed ta sort ud all out – he kin tork posher n me. he’d be earble t’hev it till we went home, Then Londoners won’t know wot I wus a an I thowt that wus good onnem. It wus luvla torkin about. gorn round the Learkes, althow we orfun We all tarned up on that particular mornun, went on Shank’s Pony, but I cudn’t manige an arter a lot a mearkun out who we wus, we all summa the wust hills, so Colin got out the got set in the plearne. I set agin a winda so as car agin. I’d be earble ta see what wus agorn on, but I That worn’t long afore Munda mornun cam cudn’t mearke much out. an we hatta pack our stuff an git riddy t’cum As I looked outa my winda I saw that lump home agin. Colin browt th’ ole mota round, the nigh the wing. It fared t’be parta the plearne, wi searme one he’d bin a’drivin about up there. a greart hole in the ind, nigh my winda. That We all onnus got in an he tarned it round, an orf worrid me; a bard cud git in there an navva be we go to th’ plearne at Manchesta. sin agin. We got there searfe an sound, but worn’t Arter we got back onta the ground I spuk there a crowd onnum thare? The searme as t’someone about it, an he told me thass how when we cam, and, to top the lot, th’ plearne to they git cooked meat fa sandwiches ta sarve on Norridge hed bin cancelled an worn’t agorn. the plearne. He sa t’me: “They’re sucked inta I set maself down on wunna thar seats wot that hole; that killum, pluckum, cookum an stood abowt there, an I thowt wun’t it be luvla sarve um up on the plearne.” I knew that wus a if we hatta return to the Learkes agin for a dear lie, corse nobody hed orfered me any cooked or tew. I orta known betta, corse Colin hed seagull. tearkun th’ mota back, an we wus stuck at A falla, wot said he warked there, told me Manchesta. Howavva, arter a wile, a falla cam learter, that wus all t’do wi ventileartion. An acrorse an spuk to Colin. He told him we cud he know, he wark there! go, but not yit. We’d jus got orf the ole plearne when I saw Arter a wile, a plearne cam an somebody sa: that falla, but – my hart! – worn’t there a lotta “Git in fa Norrdige!” – an we all got in. I am folks about there. I wus agorn t’hev a batta shore all onus wa hully tired – I wus – but I look at t’plearne, but they sa t’me: “Cum yew wus happa; I’d bin on tew plearnes, both on, or yew’ll git lorst!” I navva knew we wa at onnum big’uns. Manchesta, I wus told learter. I’re larnt since thow, that there are bigga How avva Colin sortud out what t’do, I’ll plearnes, but they go fatha afild, an I hearn’t navva know. He sa t’us: “Stop yew thare got a passport. tergather.” Then he went orf and, arter a wile, So, pass me a nother pint an I’ll howld ma cam back wi a mota car. We got in and Colin row!

WINTER 2013–2014 THE MERRY MAWKIN 19 Happy Christmas, all on yer CANON PETER NICHOLSON

THET MUSTA bin the rain foot down as far as Wayford bridge. “Are you what wook me up as all roit there in the back?” he would say. Moi mornin’ at about three. mother was speechless with fear by then. I lay there thinking My father would bike over on Christmas Eve about Christmasses coarse he hatter work, yew see. On Christmas when Oi wuz four or Day he and Oi would go ter Worstead charch five years old. Rummin, but thet woon’t much good coarse they had in’t it? Christmas allus them there box pews and Oi couldn’t see started on December narthin over the top. Reverend Kershaw got up the first unless thet wuz inter the pulpit and I could see him but I a Sunday! Out cam couldn’t understand a word he said. th’ole mixing bowl and in went the currants Howsumever, Worstead was good especially and raisins outer them there blue bags from Mrs Linford’s little sweet shop. People’s ovens Hensman’s a Stalham. Oi had the job of cutting were quite small so they took their cockerels or up the candied peel and, a course, I ate the chickens up ter the bearker’s a Mr Grimes, and sugar I cut out. We all had a stir and then moi he would cook them all in his bearkery oven. mother put the puddings up in white cloths Yew hatter hurry home when you got yers dew mearde outer old sheets or piller cearses. thatterd be cold. Another noit we mearde the pearper chains On Boxing Day we went down the rood ter outer strips a gummed coloured pearper. We see my other aunt, Aunt Emily. She lorst har hatter be careful where we hung ’em coarse a husband in France in the fast war so she wuz th’old parafeen tearble lamp dew they’dc aught hully glad ter see us. fire. Moi father allus lit his cigarettes from the We naver had a proper Christmas tree as we top a the lamp glass. He allus mearde his own din’t hev ner fir trees in our garden. Moi father, with that there Rizla Jiffy gadgamore. he useter cut a branch off a holly bush but thet Sometoimes I would mearke him half a dozen. wun’t roit at all. Yew hatter be hully careful Thet felt more loike a factory, that did. with them there candles what clipped on ter the Moi grandmother, who lived next dor, allus branches due they would set the leaves on fire. killed the cockerels fer Christmas and she allus They did that once. We useter hang sugar mice hung them upside down on har pear tree. One on the tree by their string tails but not near the day Oi went ter have a look and one on ’em candles, though! Moi mother allus useter buy fluttered so I never went nigh them agin until Macfarlane & Lang’s Christmas cearkes. They they were plucked! were covered in chocolate with walnuts on the Some years we went to stay with my aunt top (not in their shells, of coarse). But one year Alice at Worstead. Mr Blaxell useter tearke us. she bought a proper Christmas cearke, all He wuz a coal marchant but he naver took us in covered in white icing fer snow and thet had a his lorry coarse he had a car an all. He wuz a tree on it with a half moon in it and a Father chapel man and, on the Camp Meeting Sunday, Christmas; thet wuz hully noice thet wuz. when they hed the sarvice out a doors, you Proper loike Christmas. could hear him singing all over the village. He Of coarse, we hung our stockings up and had a master great voice, he had. Moi mother when we wook up Father Christmas had bin. told him not ter droive ser fast and he say Orange, banana, sweets and maybe a small toy “Whatter you narvous, Mrs Nicholson?” and we were happy. Greart toime, thet wuz. After the bridge at Stalham he would put his P’raps yewer got some happy memries an all.

20 THE MERRY MAWKIN WINTER 2013–2014 Less be a-hearin frum yer YOUR LETTER AND EMAILS

MILTON KEYNES MEDDERS posishun the developments on the ground. Oi’ll OI HENT BIN a member a FOND very long bet he dornt know we’re got a cathedral heer. but Oi sartinla enjoy readun abowt th’ole The Norridge Cathedral floor plan was toimes an wass gorn on in Norfolk an Oi hope copied an set out full size an planted as a living ta git ta one a your dews one a these days. tree cathedral, an a bewtiful plearce it is. Thare Oi’d forgotten abowt th’ole newspearper int any towns in Norfolk or anyware else Oi seller hew yewsta stand near the Beeline taxis know of what a got inside onnut so many yard down Surrey Street – we yewsta have a parks, gardens an trees, tew rivers, learkes, larf an imitairte his shouts a ‘PABOR’. littul becks, medders, a canal, moiles a parths Oi wuz interested in Ralph Nickerson’s bit and hoss trearls, and real bullocks and sheep but Oi int sure what he mean by ‘Milton (they dornt harf mearke a mess a tha parths!). Keynes (of all plearces)’. Arma Norfolk boy’n A corse we got all the modden things an all all an Oi’re gart good reason ta be prowda this an thass easy ta git arownd on foot, boike, car, green plearce. Praps he dornt know the plearce, bus or hoss. Dew yew come over hare an Oi’ll or the Botswana sun a tarned his hid a bit. show yew arownd. Oi spent twenta year in Africa moiself afore Oi reckon moi granfar George, hew yewsta cummun ta Milton Keynes where it wuz moi live on Stubb’s Green at Shotsum, knew jarb ta mearke the maps used ta design it an ta Ralph’s family. Oi moit be wrong but Oi think they were farmers up near Brooke Rood an Granfar George and Jack. yewsta repair them gret ow steam trackshun engines in a yard jist up the rood from Emm’s Malthouse Farm. Oi’ll hefta say ‘Cheerio’ now but Oi’ll tell ya learter about George. He wuz a proper ole Norfolk boy an hare’s a picture of him. Oi’ll bet yew carnt guess what he yewsta carry acrorse his showlder in that sack. Malcolm Anderson, Milton Keynes

THE OL’ PAPER BOY I was very interested in the letter in the autumn Merry Mawkin in reply to Ralph Nickerson’s query ‘do we remember the ol’ paper boy around the Walk’ – yes, we do! I worked at Lamberts’, The Mecca, where I remember, every day we wrapped coffee and tea (B.O.P) in sheets of coloured paper and tied with string. My husband Brian used to meet me out of work on Saturday evenings to go to the pictures (my boyfriend then, of course, and we married in 1956!). Ralph reported the paper boy’s description exactly! Jean Eaglen, Manson Green, Hingham

WINTER 2013–2014 THE MERRY MAWKIN 21 FOND officers and committee CONTACT DETAILS

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22 THE MERRY MAWKIN WINTER 2013–2014 Colourful Norfolk: The Maltsters, Ranworth THEN: Two horses wait patiently with cart-loads of hay outside The Maltsters’ Inn, Ranworth, whilst a third – hitched to a small cart owned by Barclay, Pallett & Co Ltd – seems about to follow its horseman inside the pub! NOW: Gone are the horses and carts but the hostelry still remains, nowadays a popular watering-place for locals and visitors alike – by land or water – to the picturesque village fronting Malthouse Broad. Snowy Wymondham...

...and festive lights